Thursday, March 19, 2015

Pictures from my Phone & Weekly Distractions

You guys. Wednesday was garbage day and you forgot, AGAIN to remind me. This is getting really serious. In the four months I have lived in this house, I think the garbage bin has made it to the curb on time exactly three times. And the first time was two days after I moved in and there was basically nothing in it but I was just so excited to participate in the neighborhood activity so I rolled it out there anyway. Isn't reminding me on Tuesday night to take the garbage out to the curb one of your duties listed in our Stranger contract? I inform you about mole rats and satanic chickens and you make sure I take the garbage out, don't sign up for triathlons, and stop unnecessarily taking my clothes off at the dentist and pharmacy.

June Snapple wouldn't forget to remind me. Just sayin'.

And now, your Pictures and Distractions:

My new exceedingly heavy bar stools. NOT THAT I KNOW WHAT A BAR IS, CATHIE.

I left the house to buy glasses and came back with a used piano. It was a very confusing day.

Tami and I waiting for our St. Patrick's Day party guests to arrive.

The dining room is ever coming together.

The "I just got home from the office after 36 hours" selfie. Hashtag I woke up like dis.

I planted three lilac bushes in my backyard yesterday. And, yes, I did take them out of the containers.

33 comments:

Wait, about the piano... Did you leave to buy glasses and come home to find someone had deposited a used piano in your house while you were gone, or did you go out for glasses and buy a used piano instead.

You know there is a really neat thing about your phone. I know it sounds crazy but I promise it's true.. You can talk to your phone and tell it to remind you that garbage day is on Wednesdays and then it will remind you every week to take out the garbage. Ask Krishelle, I am sure she knows about these things!

I do think it's a good brand but there may be better brands out there. I got this one because it was a steal. It's used--it came from BYU. Every few years they apparently update their piano inventory and sell their old ones for pennies.

Eli, there's an app for that. There's one called "To Do Reminder", and I'm sure there are many others (I don't own a phone soooo... I can't be of help that much). At any rate, your garbage can start leaving your house. ^.^

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia StoutWould not take the garbage out!She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,Candy the yams and spice the hams,And though her daddy would scream and shout,She simply would not take the garbage out.And so it piled up to the ceilings:Coffee grounds, potato peelings,Brown bananas, rotten peas,Chunks of sour cottage cheese.It filled the can, it covered the floor,It cracked the window and blocked the doorWith bacon rinds and chicken bones,Drippy ends of ice cream cones,Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,Pizza crusts and withered greens,Soggy beans and tangerines,Crusts of black burned buttered toast,Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .The garbage rolled on down the hall,It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,Globs of gooey bubble gum,Cellophane from green baloney,Rubbery blubbery macaroni,Peanut butter, caked and dry,Curdled milk and crusts of pie,Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,Cold french fried and rancid meat,Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.At last the garbage reached so highThat it finally touched the sky.And all the neighbors moved away,And none of her friends would come to play.And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"But then, of course, it was too late. . .The garbage reached across the state,From New York to the Golden Gate.And there, in the garbage she did hate,Poor Sarah met an awful fate,That I cannot now relateBecause the hour is much too late.But children, remember Sarah StoutAnd always take the garbage out!

You probably did commit copywrite infringement, as you didn't get written approval to post the poem in its entirety on this blog. However, unless you brag about how much money you make and it's a lot, you probably won't get sued. It simply isn't cost effective. Then again, Eli is the lawyer here.

Because you said they were heavy mom brain is going off! I really hope that you put protector thingies on the bottom so that they don't scratch up your beautiful hardwood. Seriously though, everything in your house is amazing. I am currently drooling over that stained glass and the hardwood